Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.